Luv2Tickle69
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....merely a variation of the old classic....I'm sure it's been done before...but not by ME!!! 
Enjoy....and an early MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
A CHRISTMAS POEM
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the place...
...no creatures were stirring...but me 'n my wife Grace.
We'd shopped and we'd shopped...decorated too...
...and the efforts of the last month took a wear on us two.
We sauntered off to bed...tired but thrilled...
....and seeing her undress made me feel ready and willed...
...I began to engage, Grace said, "Oh honey, I'm so beat...
...but I'll tell you what...I'd love if you tickled my feet!"
How could I say 'no?' Tickling her is a prize!
It fills the room with her laughter which brings tears to her eyes...
I really had her going.....laughter echoing off the walls...
....when then I heard a noise and some scattered foot-falls.
I stopped so I could listen to these alien sounds...
...a male and a female...making their rounds...
....Grace looked concerned, "Burglars, you think?"
...I got up, grabbed my rifle and gave the wife a wink...
I crept myself out slowly, finger triggered and ready...
...the fear and adrenalin made my upper brow sweaty...
...I then saw the source of the noises I'd heard...
...it was Santa! And a sexy assistant, my word!!!
They saw me with rifle, but barely even gaffed...
...his very hot assistant smiled, and Santa 'Ho!-Ho!' laughed.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, my friend!" he bellowed with joy and pride...
"Merry Christmas, cutie!" his sexy helper did chide.
I put the rifle down, and joined them where they stood...
...gifts under the tree abound, and the room looked very good.
Santa worked his magic on the rest of our place....
...and his 'helper' approached me then, a sexy smile on her face.
"You had a special wish," she then said. "That's why I'm here...
...to help fulfill it will give you more holiday cheer.
You said your wife never tickles you, such a shame to say!!!
...So I accompanied Santa here so you and I can play!!"
I knew this to be true....but how did SHE know?
I can tickle my wife forever...but it's never 'quid-pro-quo.'
I've hoped for the chance to be tickled in return...
...but Grace just isn't geared as such...as I've had to learn.
Santa's sexy helper then took me by my wrist...
...and lay me upon this large sofa which was on my wife's wish list!
...she sat and removed my winter socks, her face eager as you please...
...took a good long look at my bare feet saying, "I can't WAIT to tickle these!!"
True to her word, her long fingernails played....
...up and down my sensitive feet untouched for a decade...
...my laughter roared and bellowed...this felt incredible!!!
....Her fingers skilled in ways that I could only call indelible.
She giggled playfully as she made me silently laugh...
...her fingernails spider-tickled onward their glorious path...
...we both then heard a screech unlike anything before...
...followed by the most intensive laughter her and I could not ignore.
We sneakily made our way to the room where it came from...
...my eyes widened in awe and I felt my spine go numb....
...my wife was laying on the bed...her feet poised and neared,
...upward toward Santa's face as he tickled them with his beard!
My wife's upper body was just squirming and writhing a lot...
...her feet held helpless by Santa's hands which held her ankles like a knot.
Guiding those soft soles of hers up and down his bearded face...
...and I noticed he had a massive bulge developing some OTHER place!
He was fulfilling HER fantasy...which I kinda thought was weird...
...when you have good tickle tools like fingers, who needs a beard!?
...she left out one detail which would've made much more sense...
...tickling her feet with a beard makes her orgasms more intense!!!
Santa then bucked a little...grunting and groaning with lust...
...a stain then grew on the pants he wore as he moaned and he cussed...
...he then flew his fat fingertips on the soles of Grace's feet...
...which brought her well over the edge as she smacked at the mattress and the sheet!
Santa then saw me and the assistant he had brought...
...but didn't seem to bothered at the fact he'd been caught...
...he winked and smiled at us both, which made my jealousy a bit weak...
...Santa after all was just like me...a confirmed foot-lovin' freak!!
"Come on in!" Santa welcomed. "Let's share in the fun!
I hardly think for a minute you and my assistant here are done!
Lay here next to your wife, and my assistant and I will resume
tickling you both respectively...making your laughter boom!"
No sooner I'd taken my place next to my wife's side....
....we both broke into laughter as they made their fingertips glide...
Santa's fingers tickling Grace....his assistant tickled me...
...neither of us wanting it to stop...the wish of a die-hard 'lee.
Santa then suggested his assistant and I should trade...
....so he could tickle HER sexy feet while my wife and I played.
Soon as he put his beard to his sexy helper's soles....
...this joyous screech of laughter could be heard from North AND South Poles!!
Grace giggled at this joyous noise...since Santa made her do the same...
...she then told me "You too will soon be able to make me forget my name...
...the Norelco razor you asked for will not be under the tree...
...so you can tickle my feet with your OWN beard until I can no longer see!"
We watched Santa tickle his helper for a good little while...
He then set her loose on me again...her fingernails went wild...
..she regarded Grace then, "You know..I just can't figure why....
...his feet so soft..so ticklish....yet you never gave it a try!"
She beckoned Grace down by her...near the foot of the bed.
I then felt a subtle difference in touch as Grace tickled me instead!
The sexy helper gripped my ankles with a firm but loving touch...
...enabling Grace's fingers to tickle my feet which made me laugh so much!!
I felt Grace's fingers renew with a purpose full of intent...
...when my writhing rolled me over and she saw I'd pitched QUITE a tent!
...the feeling of her fingertips skritching away just under my toes
made my orgasm explode...in thick and massive blows!
We both lay there for a bit..breathing heavy feeling spent...
...exhausted more than ever...but in awe of how things went!
Santa raised his finger and like magic he was anew...
...new jacket...new pants...no evidence of what he'd been through!!
He and his assistant smiled as they bade us good wishes...
...hoping we'd enjoy our presents and that the brownies were delicious.
...seconds later they were gone... off to other places....
....joyously shouting "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" with great smiles on their faces.
It was on that NEXT Christmas Eve...my beard was fully grown....
...and I use it to tickle Grace's feet until her laughter turns to moans.
She's become quite the monster herself...she tickles me like no other...
....and our sex life improved wondrously...by August, she'll be a mother!!
So with this information, my wish for you all is this...
...may your Holidays be filled with EVERYTHING that brings you bliss!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Enjoy....and an early MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
A CHRISTMAS POEM
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the place...
...no creatures were stirring...but me 'n my wife Grace.
We'd shopped and we'd shopped...decorated too...
...and the efforts of the last month took a wear on us two.
We sauntered off to bed...tired but thrilled...
....and seeing her undress made me feel ready and willed...
...I began to engage, Grace said, "Oh honey, I'm so beat...
...but I'll tell you what...I'd love if you tickled my feet!"
How could I say 'no?' Tickling her is a prize!
It fills the room with her laughter which brings tears to her eyes...
I really had her going.....laughter echoing off the walls...
....when then I heard a noise and some scattered foot-falls.
I stopped so I could listen to these alien sounds...
...a male and a female...making their rounds...
....Grace looked concerned, "Burglars, you think?"
...I got up, grabbed my rifle and gave the wife a wink...
I crept myself out slowly, finger triggered and ready...
...the fear and adrenalin made my upper brow sweaty...
...I then saw the source of the noises I'd heard...
...it was Santa! And a sexy assistant, my word!!!
They saw me with rifle, but barely even gaffed...
...his very hot assistant smiled, and Santa 'Ho!-Ho!' laughed.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, my friend!" he bellowed with joy and pride...
"Merry Christmas, cutie!" his sexy helper did chide.
I put the rifle down, and joined them where they stood...
...gifts under the tree abound, and the room looked very good.
Santa worked his magic on the rest of our place....
...and his 'helper' approached me then, a sexy smile on her face.
"You had a special wish," she then said. "That's why I'm here...
...to help fulfill it will give you more holiday cheer.
You said your wife never tickles you, such a shame to say!!!
...So I accompanied Santa here so you and I can play!!"
I knew this to be true....but how did SHE know?
I can tickle my wife forever...but it's never 'quid-pro-quo.'
I've hoped for the chance to be tickled in return...
...but Grace just isn't geared as such...as I've had to learn.
Santa's sexy helper then took me by my wrist...
...and lay me upon this large sofa which was on my wife's wish list!
...she sat and removed my winter socks, her face eager as you please...
...took a good long look at my bare feet saying, "I can't WAIT to tickle these!!"
True to her word, her long fingernails played....
...up and down my sensitive feet untouched for a decade...
...my laughter roared and bellowed...this felt incredible!!!
....Her fingers skilled in ways that I could only call indelible.
She giggled playfully as she made me silently laugh...
...her fingernails spider-tickled onward their glorious path...
...we both then heard a screech unlike anything before...
...followed by the most intensive laughter her and I could not ignore.
We sneakily made our way to the room where it came from...
...my eyes widened in awe and I felt my spine go numb....
...my wife was laying on the bed...her feet poised and neared,
...upward toward Santa's face as he tickled them with his beard!
My wife's upper body was just squirming and writhing a lot...
...her feet held helpless by Santa's hands which held her ankles like a knot.
Guiding those soft soles of hers up and down his bearded face...
...and I noticed he had a massive bulge developing some OTHER place!
He was fulfilling HER fantasy...which I kinda thought was weird...
...when you have good tickle tools like fingers, who needs a beard!?
...she left out one detail which would've made much more sense...
...tickling her feet with a beard makes her orgasms more intense!!!
Santa then bucked a little...grunting and groaning with lust...
...a stain then grew on the pants he wore as he moaned and he cussed...
...he then flew his fat fingertips on the soles of Grace's feet...
...which brought her well over the edge as she smacked at the mattress and the sheet!
Santa then saw me and the assistant he had brought...
...but didn't seem to bothered at the fact he'd been caught...
...he winked and smiled at us both, which made my jealousy a bit weak...
...Santa after all was just like me...a confirmed foot-lovin' freak!!
"Come on in!" Santa welcomed. "Let's share in the fun!
I hardly think for a minute you and my assistant here are done!
Lay here next to your wife, and my assistant and I will resume
tickling you both respectively...making your laughter boom!"
No sooner I'd taken my place next to my wife's side....
....we both broke into laughter as they made their fingertips glide...
Santa's fingers tickling Grace....his assistant tickled me...
...neither of us wanting it to stop...the wish of a die-hard 'lee.
Santa then suggested his assistant and I should trade...
....so he could tickle HER sexy feet while my wife and I played.
Soon as he put his beard to his sexy helper's soles....
...this joyous screech of laughter could be heard from North AND South Poles!!
Grace giggled at this joyous noise...since Santa made her do the same...
...she then told me "You too will soon be able to make me forget my name...
...the Norelco razor you asked for will not be under the tree...
...so you can tickle my feet with your OWN beard until I can no longer see!"
We watched Santa tickle his helper for a good little while...
He then set her loose on me again...her fingernails went wild...
..she regarded Grace then, "You know..I just can't figure why....
...his feet so soft..so ticklish....yet you never gave it a try!"
She beckoned Grace down by her...near the foot of the bed.
I then felt a subtle difference in touch as Grace tickled me instead!
The sexy helper gripped my ankles with a firm but loving touch...
...enabling Grace's fingers to tickle my feet which made me laugh so much!!
I felt Grace's fingers renew with a purpose full of intent...
...when my writhing rolled me over and she saw I'd pitched QUITE a tent!
...the feeling of her fingertips skritching away just under my toes
made my orgasm explode...in thick and massive blows!
We both lay there for a bit..breathing heavy feeling spent...
...exhausted more than ever...but in awe of how things went!
Santa raised his finger and like magic he was anew...
...new jacket...new pants...no evidence of what he'd been through!!
He and his assistant smiled as they bade us good wishes...
...hoping we'd enjoy our presents and that the brownies were delicious.
...seconds later they were gone... off to other places....
....joyously shouting "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" with great smiles on their faces.
It was on that NEXT Christmas Eve...my beard was fully grown....
...and I use it to tickle Grace's feet until her laughter turns to moans.
She's become quite the monster herself...she tickles me like no other...
....and our sex life improved wondrously...by August, she'll be a mother!!
So with this information, my wish for you all is this...
...may your Holidays be filled with EVERYTHING that brings you bliss!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
